The Great Seminary

Chapter 388 Ambush and Death Unknown

Although three outer sect deacons arrived at once, a snake cannot move without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings.

Qiao Hexing, the oldest among them, was a stout man with three long wisps of beard, and who always smiled before speaking. He was the leader of the group.

After exchanging greetings with Zhang Guituantuan.

He casually revealed the purpose of the group's visit to Fugui Manor.

As expected, they wanted to register Zhang Gui's secret realm.

This was to be expected, but the secret realm is extremely precious.

Zhang Guiyou has always lied, claiming that his family's secret realm is an ancestral treasure passed down through generations.

Even under special circumstances, one has no choice but to bow one's head when under someone else's roof.

However, to make a decision to 'disobey the sect leader' so easily without showing any dissatisfaction would be too heartless.

That would be too 'fake'.

So he opened his mouth and said in great surprise:

"This secret realm is the only ancient treasure of my Stone Corpse Royal Court, and it is absolutely impossible for it to be 'shared' with anyone else."...

The most unique aspect of the secret realm is its 'private rules'. Without the temporary permission or permanent authorization of the previous owner, even ancient gods and demons can only destroy it, but cannot 'break in'.

But once a perpetual license is obtained, it cannot be erased; this is what is known as 'sharing'...

There's no such thing as getting fat overnight.

Even if the supreme human ruler were to reclaim power, he would first collect a 'protection tax' in the human kingdoms.
The sects in the underground world are gradually taking over the 'right to conquer the strong'.

Therefore, Qiao Hexing immediately explained, "Master Zhuyang has misunderstood."

Your secret realm is still yours; the 'Three Saints Sword Sect' is merely a registration.

In an era of great strife, as the fighting continues, resources will inevitably become less abundant than before.

In critical moments, unified allocation may be necessary, so the output of the mountain gate must be counted.

It's not just about registering your location; the scale and output of all the secret realms across the three branch sects and the main sect must be clearly recorded on paper.

That made perfect sense. Upon hearing this, Zhang Gui lowered his head and muttered something under his breath.

"How could such a thing happen? To compile a record of someone else's secret realm is a closely guarded secret of one's lineage..."

“Master of the Manor, Junior Brother of the Manor, if it weren’t for the once-in-ten-thousand-years Great Battle of the Earth Demons, we would have been in dire need of help.”

No one would dare to defy public opinion and insist on documenting your family's secret place.

It should be noted that the major sects and factions in the underground cave industry also have their own set of rules.

Even the most precious treasures in a secret realm cannot surpass the 'price' of rules and regulations, which are the cornerstone of a sect's existence...

Seeing this, Qiao Hexing kindly and gently advised, "We should at least trick them into opening the door to the secret realm first."

After talking like this for a long time, Zhang Gui finally let out a long sigh.
"Indeed, it is a once-in-a-millennium calamity. Even if you encounter it, there is nothing you can do about it."

Come on, come on.

He turned around and pretended to be distraught, leading everyone into his secret realm.

He originally thought that the bumpkins of the Northern Sect of the Three Holy Swords would be amazed when they saw his 'small world', which was thirteen zhang high and thirty thousand and forty-nine mu wide.

But to my surprise, only a few of the guards tilted their heads back and exclaimed in amazement.

Many of the remaining people had an indifferent expression.

"What, you think this secret realm can't compare to our sect's 'Transformation Palace'?"

Just then, another outer sect steward, Huang Jianque, who was registering the register, suddenly said with a mocking laugh:

"But don't forget, this is their own private sanctuary."

It's like the 'Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Sword' hanging high above the 'Huasheng Mansion,' serving as the blazing sun. You'll see that even the swords of true disciples pale in comparison, like fireflies, not even worth a second glance.

That's true, but is that 'Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Sword' yours?
Do you really think you'll ever have the chance to touch it in your lifetime? That's laughable.

These words were so embarrassing that even someone as composed as Qiao Hexing couldn't help but feel a slight shadow fall over his face.

"Junior Brother Huang, you are so cynical, yet you dare not vent your grievances on those who cause trouble."

"Take your anger out on these outer disciples who work for us."

"Who 'dares not to retaliate when wronged'? Which eye of yours saw me bullying the weak and fearing the strong!" Huang Jianque's temper was truly frightening; she was not convinced even after being reprimanded by her senior brother in charge.

He glared angrily at Qiao Hexing with wide eyes, then spat out a 'yellow bird'.

Now, even Zhen Shoujia, the last of the outer clan stewards traveling with them, dared not look at the second row.

She rushed to Huang Jianque and hugged him tightly.
“Junior Brother Huang, we all know you’ve been wronged and are feeling resentful, but have you gone mad?”

How could you draw your sword at your senior brother over a single disagreement!
"Hurry up and put it away, lest your junior brothers and sisters from the outer sect laugh at you, and more importantly, cause a great disaster!"

After venting his anger, Huang Jianque seemed to calm down a bit. Although he didn't swallow the 'Huang Que' back into his stomach, he stuck out his tongue and stopped making a sound, his body stiff and motionless.

On the contrary, Qiao Hexing seemed to feel embarrassed because, as the person in charge, he had no authority and was greatly humiliated by his peers in front of the outer disciples.

He charged towards the yellow-striped sparrow, roaring with a livid face:

"Yellow Scissors Sparrow, if you have the guts, then use the 'Bronze Sparrow Flying Scissors' to chop me in half..."

"Hey, Senior Brother Qiao, you're usually so good-tempered, why are you being so stubborn now?"

Go stop Guiyan! Sigh, at a time like this, what's with all the talk of hierarchy and order? You dare not make a move!
Master of the Manor, you are the landlord, please stop Senior Brother Qiao from ordering.

What's wrong with me these days? I keep getting irritable and so easily angered..."

Zhang Gui responded verbally upon hearing this.

"That's how it is. It seems that everyone is unsettled and not like usual during this 'great struggle'."

He then stepped forward, standing between Qiao Hexing and Huang Jianque, and advised:

"Senior Brother Qiao, you've come on official business under orders from the sect elders..."

at this time.

Huang Jianque and Zhen Shoujia exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated their internal energy techniques.

The yellow sparrow hanging from the beak of the yellow scissor bird soared into the sky, multiplying into two, then three, then hundreds and thousands, flying towards Zhang Gui's back.

Zhen Shoujia then drew a short sword from his sleeve, stuck it into the ground, and raised nine mounds of earth several feet high. He then charged forward and instantly reached Zhang Gui's feet.

But to their surprise, they didn't even see Zhang Gui's dodging movement before the target vanished without a trace.

The sneak attack failed.

However, Huang Jianque and Zhen Shoujia were not too upset or frustrated.

Huang Jianque sighed, shook his head, and said:
"It didn't work out. Heaven has its own way of dealing with things. It's no wonder that it's impossible to easily seize such a treasure as the secret realm."

Zhen Shoujia grinned maliciously, raised his left hand in a sword incantation gesture, and nine thick, incomparable sword energies emerged from the earth, transforming into a giant pig.

He drew another short blade from his sleeve with his right hand, and leaped into the air on his sword, which transformed into a giant dog.
"What talk of fate or destiny? It's just that they're clever and capable, and they managed to evade our deadly attack."

Then let's just take it by force.

"We are three Class B cultivators, even if he's powerful, it's impossible for him to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt an endless, invisible force surging towards him from all directions.

The entire 'secret realm' was rejecting him, binding him, wanting to tear off his limbs, rip open his chest, crush his flesh and organs, and take his life!

(End of this chapter)